Izzy's P.O.V.

Things had not been going well between us after the miscarriage. Somehow we managed to live with each other for another whole month by barely speaking to each other, or even looking at each other. We slept in different rooms, bought our own food, we didn't even sit next to each other on the couch. During this time, sadly, I had increased my blissful intake of Mr. Brownstone. Melanie knew, I mean it was hard not to notice as I was always either knocked out somewhere in the house or standing naked somewhere crying. I don't really know why Mel didn't pack her shit and hightail the fuck out of there, because, really, who would want to share a house with an aggressive high person with erratic mood swings. I went out a lot with the band to give Mel some space back at home, and I hoped that when she was alone she'd be able to think and decide to move out. I didn't want her to leave, but it was probably for the best. In all honesty, the relationship had been destroyed.

"Ayy, the man is in the house!" Slash hollered out to me as I walked into the dingy bar, but even though he yelled his lungs out, it was still hard to hear over everyone else's noise. I gave a single wave, shoved my keys into my pocket, and slouched down into the round couch next to Duff who was grinning at me with a beer in his hands.

This was just another catch up with the guys. It was not good, as instead of drinking and getting high, we should have been using our time more productively by being in the recording studio.

"Hey dude, it's good to see you." Axl chuckled while sliding me a fresh glass of Jack.

"We were just talking about how we 'treat' our girls if you know what I mean." Slash wiggled his eyebrows at me and I just nodded.

"Slash, you gonna finish?!" Steven slurred next to Axl, holding up his beer in his hand.

The guys snickered and edged Slash on. I prepared myself for what was going to come out of his mouth; it would most definitely be explicit and offensive, these sex talks always were. My band all seemed to be sexual deviants under their drunken grins, and what's embarrassing is that I used to be like that as well. I'd do the kinkiest and most disgusting things going back a few years, and the guys loved hearing about it. They'd love to hear how I'd teach the girl a lesson, or let her know her place, (I'd never hurt the girl), and they all seemed to like it. But as I got older, I became less interested in that crap. Simple lovemaking did it for me now; there's nothing better than it. You get to feel your partner in the most personal way, and (this may sound corny) but it's one of the best, and my favourite, ways to express your love for that person. To make Melanie org*sm makes her feel incredibly good, and it makes me feel especially good since I was able to get her to her climax. To hold her as she digs her nails into my back, and as her body shakes around me...

"So," Slash leaned in, placing a hand on my back breaking me from my thoughts, "I flipped her, pinned her to the floor, and made her knees come up so that her ass was in my face," he giggled, "I straightened my back and... Actually took her from behind." Slash said biting his lip.

"What, from behind? We all do that." Axl complained.

"No, no, I mean, shoved my d*ck up her ass, you dipshit."

"How'd she take it?" Some voiced asked.

"Pretty well, and it was so tight. I mean she was moaning and everything as well as pushing against me-"

"Did you get shit on your d*ck?" I asked raising my eyebrows.

Everyone went silent and scrunched their faces up.

"Ew man, why would you say that? ... Actually... I probably did..." Slash shivered.

"Good. That's what you get for doing anal. I mean that's her ass, man, nothing should go up there, except for shit coming out." I said matter-of-factly feeling disgusted with Slash.

"Well, she liked it, so there," Slash replied sticking his tongue out at me.

"Oh, yeah man how mature." I scowled.

"Okay everyone shut up! It's my turn!" Steven yelled while grinning.

"I'm feeling pretty good because before we met up here, I walked up to Cheryl while she was doing the dishes, yanked her skirt down, and started f*cking her from behind, via p*ssy of course." He smiled smugly.

"Did you get her wet first? Because... That could really hurt her, man." I asked.

Steven looked taken back, and I could almost see his brain clicking to find something to reply with.

"Okay, seems like you need more alcohol. You're too tense man, and you're thinking too logically." Axl laughed as he called a bartender around.

"There shouldn't be anything wrong with that. I'm only asking these questions because you mightn't realise, but you might be hurting your girlfriends, or even getting them sick by then shoving your sh*t covered d*ck into her v*gina."

"Yep more alcohol for you." Someone said and I was suddenly handed a tall glass of beer by the bartender who walked over.

"Drink up, man," Duff said next to me, "Come on lets cheers."

Duff clinked his glass with mine and I reluctantly took a few sips.

"Anyway, it's your turn, my boy." Steven cheered and everyone grinned.

"Righto, so what happens with Melanie? Is she secretly dirty under that good girl persona?" Axl grinned.

"She's not really a good girl at all, " I replied, "since she swears quite a lot and stuff but she's more of a clean girl. She makes sure we're both pretty clean before we do anything... sexual. But I understand that since the female body is pretty shit and it gets infections pretty easily, like UTI's." I rambled and when I looked up everyone was just staring at me with blank expressions.

"Okay, that tells us nothing," Steven said being highly confused.

"Come on, what stuff do you guys do? What does she like?" Duff asked putting down his beer.

I caved in slightly.

"We just do normal stuff." I shrugged. "She does love it when I go down on her, though... I actually think I'm the first one to do that to her." I said trailing off.

"Oh, every girl loves that. What does she do in return?"

"She hasn't given me a bl*w j*b if that's what you're hinting towards," I said narrowing my eyes.

Everyone's eyes nearly popped out.

"What? No bl*w j*bs? God, I think I'd die." Slash raised his hand to his forehand and overreacted by "feeling faint".

"Well, I don't really need one. I think v*ginas are better anyway." I smiled taking another drink.

"Do you guys do anything exciting? Because it seems pretty dull." Slash asked.

I was going to tell them about us f*cking in the MTV VMA toilet stalls, but I stopped myself since I wanted that to be a special story only between Mel and me.

"Our sex lives are fine. We're both very happy."

"Bullshit. You gotta have something that's a little different. What do you do? Bend her over and teach her a lesson?" Slash grinned over his glass of whiskey

"What? No, nothing like that."

Oh god, drinking and talking about personal things, especially sex, are not a good mix in front of the guys. Also, the more I thought about being with Melanie, I started to realise how much I really missed being with her. I missed her voice and her looks.

"What do you mean 'not like that'? What do you do to her, come on?" He punched my shoulder. "Oh no, don't tell me, don't tell me that you guys 'make love'".

When Slash said that all of the guys started pissing themselves laughing and well as hollering out my name.

"Izzy baby's gone all soft has he?" Axl squawked out.

"Yeah what- oh god I can imagine it. Izzy says 'oh I love you Melanie' and she says 'I love you too'", he put on a higher voice for Mel's, "and then you gently push into her soft p*ssy and tremble with love, terrified she'll leave you." Slash offensively managed to spit out between cackles.

I began to feel my blood boil, and I aggressively took a large swig of my beer.

"Yeah man, it looks like you've really been bitten by the love bug," Duff smiled, commenting next to me.

"You know, moving from Hazel to Melanie was fucking smooth ass move man, like real player stuff I loved it," Axl grinned.

"But you were pretty smoochy with Hazel and you're the same with Melanie. What's happened to ya man? Where's that hard-assed motherfucker called Izzy Stradlin who sold shit out of his back fucking window?"

"Yeah don't tell us she calls you Jeff or some shit."

"No, she doesn't." I sighed as I rubbed my forehead, trying to calm myself.

I took another swig, and another, and another, and before I knew it I had sculled the entire bottle of beer in under a minute. I couldn't help it, but the rant building inside was just about ready to explode.

"What are your fucking problems, guys? I've got a girl and that's that. My fucking emotions or feelings or whatever shouldn't mean shit to you. And so what if I'm 'feeling'", I scowled at all of them, " we're nearly 30 and we're still fucking around like 15-year-olds. Why don't you guys fucking grow up?" I glared at Axl at the last part.

"I can fucking tell you, I would rather be home with Mel and my dog right now on the fucking couch than put up with you pathetic pieces of shit."

Their expressions changed dramatically from a drunken grin to a solemn, guilty stare.

"Whoa dude, we were only teasing," Duff said holding a hand up in defense, the other hand still resting on the table with his beer.

"Yeah, man. Don't have to get all deep or anything like that." Axl said.

But their guilty expressions couldn't stop me. The alcohol had hit and that was that.

"The only reason why I'm fucking here is because..."

Do I say it? Do I tell my 'mates' some more personal stuff about Mel and me? No is the answer, it's none of their business, but the alcohol disagreed.

"... Is because Mel had a fucking miscarriage. And not that I should care, I mean we've only been officially together for a few months or so-"

"Isn't getting close to a year now?" Duff interrupted.

"Nah longer isn't it? Yeah, and you've known her since '88, so that's pretty close to two years, man." Slash added.

Shit. Slash was right. It was getting close to two years since Mel and I started to go out.

"So-" I continued glaring at Duff and Slash, " So I shouldn't care that she lost the kid. We're not married and I fucking hate kids. But for some fucking reason, it's affected us real fucking deeply and we can't stand the sight of each other. So that's why I'm here- so there you guys go and..." I slurred towards the end.

"Not to mention, she probably hates me just that tad more," I stuck my tongue out in the corner of my mouth as I held up a small gap between my pointer and thumb, " because she found out about Hazel and that previous relationship in a shit way so I don't even, like know if we're going to be a couple forever and ever" I felt myself getting sarcastic even though I didn't want to be.

"You know how she found out? Fucking what's-her-name Sharise! Bitch told her and fucked everything up. So then like, obviously the first bit of trust was fuckin' shattered." I hiccupped.

After a long period of deathly silence, Axl spoke up.

"Look, man, finish your drink, and we're sorry, and I'll call Mel to come get you so you kids can, at least, talk a bit," Axl said looking at me apologetically.

"Yeah fuck, we're sorry, man." Duff patted my shoulder.

"You want her to pick up Iz? What are you fucking nuts?" Slash slurred.

"What?" Axl asked defensively.

"You want her to come into this piece of shit in the middle of the night and pick up a drunk Izzy, who she's already pissed at?"

"'Whom'." I corrected Slash holding up my hand.

"Whatever dude but Axl I mean come on."

"And if she picks me up then my car's still sitting here," I added to the conversation.

"Listen, guys, I'm not even that drunk. I've only had one beer for Christ's sake."

"Yeah no, no, no, I know how alcohol affects your system. I remember when we first got drunk together; you had half a bottle of beer and you vomited, then passed out." Axl retold the embarrassing story of our anguished youth.

"But I'm older now, matey."

That'll prove him wrong.

"Let him digest it for an hour, then he'll be right," Duff suggested as he finished his beer.

Everyone nodded and I lowered my head into my hands.

"Hey dude, it's fine." A voice spoke.

"The relationship's finished, guys." I groaned and strangely enough, I could feel my eyes fill with warm water.

"She had a miscarriage, right? When the fuck did this happen?" Axl asked.

"The day I came home from Chicago... When I was all fucked up." I sniffed

Everyone took a deep breath in and looked around the room awkwardly when they saw the tears spill out of my eyes.

"Shit man, surely it's not that fucking bad. I mean can't you just-"

"She hates me. At home we don't even look at each other, plus you know I'm using again so that doesn't help." I sniffed.

"Fuck that, man."

"I know," I mumbled.

"Counseling time with Slash, everyone." Slash slurred as he slammed his glass down.

"I think... That you two are behaving incorrectly. After a miscarriage, I would think, that you'd want to help each other get through it, and try to "support" each other and all that soppy crap." Slash said.

"If you two both sulk and send hate towards each other, well then you're never going to mend that wound, and it'll just get fuckin' worse and worse. What you gotta do is storm back home, grab Melanie and tackle her into a hug, and just hug her until everything's good." He smiled stupidly.

I guess he did have a point.

"And then after everything's good, just fuck it out. Fuck out all those bad feelings, and fix it with a good fucking session; it'll definitely relieve some stress." Slash continued while giggling.

He did have another point. I hadn't had s*x for over a month and sometimes during the day, it felt like my d*ck and b*lls would explode.

"I'm going to call Mel."

"That's the way, call your chick and fuckin' mend that wound!" Slash cheered and I just rolled my eyes.

I made my way through the crowded bar to find the dirty looking public phone. I quickly shoved in a few coins, dialed the number, and waited impatiently for Melanie to answer.

"Hello?"

Melanie's beautiful voice oozed through the speaker.

"Babe, we need to mend this fucking wound." I slurred.

"Izzy?"

"Yeah man, it's me," I grinned.

"I don't want to talk to you-"

"Look, I do. See we can't go on like this, babe. I mean what are we doing? Are we together? These are the questions we need to ask ourselves." I prattled on, and I looked over to the guys and gave them a thumbs up.

They all smiled and started hollering and spilling their drinks everywhere.

"Where are you?" She asked.

"The Rainbow. Anyway, can you come pick me up? I'm a little drunk," I laughed, "oh but take a taxi so you can drive my car back, I've got the keys for it."

She didn't say anything, and then I heard the line click. She hung up. That was a good sign, right?

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Hey guys, so what did you think? Will a drunk Izzy be able to mend their relationship?
I'm on two weeks holidays now so hopefully I'll have time to update more!

Thank you for reading and don't forget to comment and vote :D

P.S. OHMYGAWD guys the guy talk at the bar was obviously too explicit for Wattpad so that's why there's '*' everywhere :P